Welcoming

Welcoming. What a wonderful theme.

I was walking around the lake near to my home. In July. Just noticing. Typically my poems are seeded in transit. I’ve often been queried about my peculiar habits. I just say that I’m a naturalist taking notes. Then they leave me alone.

It was a really hot day. And things that were in full bloom were wilting on the vine.


July

No poems today

The white cat sleeps



It’s simply too hot

for

fights or philosophy



Summer crests

Strawberry to full buck



Under cover

I spy:

preppy terriers,

shanghai express matte,

petty quarrels



Nets slack

from last night’s imperative volley



This could be Biloxi

All drawl and wisteria



A caravan of lawn chairs

redefine the coast

Fluorescent algae bloom

Think they can improve on death



Congee convene

Green looks brown

Waterlogged

Soggy



At the heart of it all

At the heart

And the liver

And the tired pancreas

Brown in the middle



This is the way death will come

Not as Genghis Khan or Columbus

But as an insider, a familiar, a friend.